Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 991 | 2011-05-15 08:51:21 | 59.45 | 85% |
| 451 | 2011-04-12 07:01:09 | 63.74 | |
| 328 | 2011-03-13 05:38:50 | 56.07 | |
| 226 | 2011-02-22 08:50:48 | 56.73 |